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The Devine little Duckling


Once upon a time there was a young little duckling. He had many brothers and sisters but none came close to his apperance, he was different. He was singled out for his differences and how he was judged from his flock of brothers and sisters as the BEST of them. He was the favorite and the center of attention at all times. His brothers and sisters were not happy as they were casted off to the side of his charming personality and divine looks. They were simply of no comparison to him so they decided one day they could take it no more and left the flock. They became so independent that they were able to stand on their own and made a new flock. They met many more swans that would join them also and one day they started changing. They became bigger and their feathers soon fell and they became beautiful themselves like their brother, the divine one of their whole flock. One day they were wobbling through the woods to their favorite pond where the found another flock of swans, they were intregued so they approached them together. They were greated by a familar face, their own mother. They were so happy they jumped in joy and swam circles around her as she saw how beautiful they had become. She said they must see their brother, the divine one and they went immediately to great him. As the rounded the flock everyone admired them for their beauty and feathers until everyone stopped talkig and laid eyes amoungst a sing swan that had an ugly shading to his coat of feathers, they were spread out and partially falling out. They greated him and realized this beast was their once divine brother that everyone adored and admired. They rejoined the flock and became a happy family even though their brother had some tragedies in his looks now, it wasnt about that to them, it was about being together again that meant the world to them.

The End.

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